Stunned Owl to Reception. Stunned Owl to Reception.

Woken up at my usual early time of around tennish (this is when I wake up if I go to bed at around tennish). I feel distinctly post-dromal, which is to say like an owl in the morning if said owl has flown face-first into a car window. Spice hasn't been impressed, since she usually eats at 7am, but all this *actually* means is that for once she's eaten all the food I put out at 10pm.

Now I am sitting downstairs with a cup of coffee and a glass of chocolate milk. LIFE IS SO HARD!!

What I'd really like to get done today is to change my bedding or do some laundry, but it depends on how my head is.

Pol's on his way back home, having found the new contract impossible to fulfil. It's a good thing he hasn't signed it, really.

All that it takes for evil to flourish...

Today I learned (again) that it is much worse to call someone a racist than it is to do or say racist things.

Also, that if a racist act happened a long time ago, it becomes magically not racist and so you mustn't say *anything* about it having been, you know, racist.

So, you know, don't discuss racism ever. It will magically go away all on its own and you can make white people feel more comfortable in social media, which is a lot more important than making black people feel more comfortable in social media.

Well, fuck that noise.